MasukKristyThe last client session dragged past six.I sat next to Harvey and kept my eyes on the slides while my body stayed locked on everything he had done to me in the empty conference room an hour earlier. The wet heat between my legs had never fully faded. Every shift of my hips against the chair reminded me of his fingers and the way he had told me to come before Marcus walked back in. Across the table Marcus took notes and asked clean, useful questions. Once or twice his gaze moved between Harvey and me with a flicker of something I couldn’t name and didn’t like.When the meeting finally ended Marcus suggested the lobby bar. Harvey said he needed to review the revised figures. I claimed emails. Marcus accepted both excuses with a short nod and told us he’d see us at breakfast. The elevator ride back to the eighth floor happened in silence. Two other guests stood between us. Harvey’s shoulder still managed to brush mine. On our floor the hallway was empty. Marcus’s door at the far
Harvey I stared at the message until the screen went dark.Marcus on our floor. Tomorrow morning. The same man Kristy had tried to get assigned to this trip in my place. He noticed everything and talked too much in the wrong direction. Kristy lay naked beside me with my cum still leaking out of her, the sheets already a mess, and the entire temperature of the next two days had just changed.“He’ll be here early,” she said quietly.“I know.”“We have to be careful.”“I know that too.”I set the phone on the nightstand and turned back to her. The hunger hadn’t gone anywhere. If anything the new risk sharpened it. I pulled her against me and kissed her slow and deep, tasting the leftover heat of everything we had just done. Kristy’s hand slid down my stomach and wrapped around my cock. I was still half hard. It didn’t take much for her to get me fully there again.“One more time tonight,” she murmured against my mouth. “Before everything gets complicated.”I rolled her onto her back and
KristyI barely slept.Every time I closed my eyes I replayed the elevator ride, the hallway, the way Harvey had stood three doors away with his key card like the distance was a problem he hadn’t decided how to solve. By the time my alarm went off I was already awake, staring at the hotel ceiling and telling myself that three days of client meetings did not have to become anything else.I met him in the lobby at 7:25. He was already there in a clean shirt and the same controlled expression he wore at the office. Coffee waited for me on the small table beside him—the exact order I always got when we worked late. I didn’t ask how he remembered. I just took it.“Sleep okay?” he asked.“Fine enough. You?”“Same.”We both knew it was a lie. Neither of us called it out.The client meetings ran long and tight. I sat beside Harvey through two morning sessions and a working lunch, close enough that his sleeve brushed mine every time he reached for a document. The tension from the night before
HarveyI saw Kristy’s name on the travel itinerary and felt my jaw tighten before I finished reading the email.The company had paired us for the Chicago client meetings without asking either of us. Three days. Two nights. Shared strategy sessions, shared dinners, and a hotel on the company card. I had worked with Kristy Langley for eleven months. She was sharp, reliable, and the only person in the department who could match me in a room full of difficult clients. She was also the only person who made the air in a conference room feel harder to breathe when she sat across from me in those fitted blouses and kept her eyes on the numbers like nothing else was happening.I closed the email and leaned back in my chair. Through the glass wall of my office I could see her at her desk, phone to her ear, pen tapping against a legal pad. She hadn’t opened the itinerary yet. Or she had and was doing a better job of hiding the reaction than I was.An hour later she appeared in my doorway with he
NateI woke up before Claire the next morning with my hand still on her stomach.For a few seconds I didn’t move. The apartment was quiet. Light was just starting to come through the blinds. Claire’s breathing stayed deep and even against my chest. My palm rested low on her bare skin where everything had changed the night before. The two lines on that test kept replaying in my head. So did the way she had looked at me when she handed it over — scared, steady, and completely done pretending this was temporary.I pressed a slow kiss to the back of her shoulder and carefully got up. In the kitchen I started coffee and stood at the counter scrolling through my phone without really seeing it. The practical list had already started writing itself in the back of my mind. Doctor appointments. How to handle the office. What to tell family and when. None of it felt like a crisis. It felt like logistics attached to something I already wanted.Claire came out of the bedroom ten minutes later we
ClaireThree weeks passed in a rhythm that felt both secret and strangely steady.We kept the office version of ourselves intact. Coffee in the kitchen. Polite nods in meetings. The occasional shared elevator where Nate stood close enough that his sleeve brushed mine and nothing more. After work it was different. Some nights I went to his place. Some nights he came to mine. We stopped using anything between us. Every time he came inside me he held himself there longer than necessary, one hand resting low on my stomach, like the intention itself had become part of the sex.I tracked the days without meaning to. The wedding weekend sat in my mind like a clear dividing line. Everything before it belonged to a more careful version of me. Everything after belonged to this.By the middle of the third week I noticed the small changes. My breasts felt fuller and more sensitive. Certain smells in the office break room turned my stomach in a way they never had before. I was three days late. I
LANAThe words left my mouth and I wanted to take them back immediately, but it was too late. “Please fuck my greedy pussy… Daddy.” My voice sounded small and desperate in the quiet study. Shame burned through my whole body, but my pussy was throbbing so hard I could feel my heartbeat between my le
LANA Morning light came through the curtains and hit me straight in the face. I lay there for a long minute before I dragged myself out of bed, legs still a little shaky from last night. My pussy felt tender when I walked. Every step reminded me of Dominic’s thick fingers stretching me open, the w
LANAThe door clicked open and I spun around so fast my head spun. Dominic stood there, fully dressed now in that same black t-shirt and grey sweatpants, but it didn’t make him any less dangerous. His eyes burned into me, heavy and sure, like he already knew exactly what my body was doing under the
LANAMom helped me carry my suitcase upstairs to my room. It was the same one I always stayed in during summers, nothing fancy but it felt like mine. She hugged me again at the door.“Get settled in, baby. Dinner will be ready soon.” She said and I nodded and closed the door behind her.I pulled ou







